It was a family dinner, not as luxurious as the one in the Hall of Oath, but it was still a bit warm.
The copper pot was bubbling with steam, and the fresh vegetables were tumbling up and down in the boiling water.
The main course was hot pot with a spicy base, but this time, due to the visit of the Lord of the White Tower and the Second Princess, Char was ultimately too embarrassed to take out the large crucible used for alchemy.
The side dishes were all ones that Isadela and Silvia had never heard of. In Char's words, these were dishes from his hometown.
According to Isadella and Sylvia's understanding, it was naturally the specialty dish of the northern snowfield area.
Only Airola looked at Char suspiciously.
"I am from Ceylon, so why have I never seen these cooking methods?"
"Although the Ingulite family is in decline, they are still a local lord after all. They employ regular chefs. A noble lady like you, Xiao Ai, certainly doesn't know the special delicacies of the common people in Ceylon."
Xia placed the plate of braised pork in his hand on the dining table.
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"I learned this from the old hunter who adopted me."
The blonde girl skillfully picked up a piece of braised pork with chopsticks. When she heard Char's answer, she tilted her head and said, "Then those best-selling novels you published in the Royal Book Society, and your business acumen in the Black Lily District, were all taught by that Snowfield Hunter senior?"
"That's right."
Xia nodded helplessly: "Unlike you, either you are the sons of nobles, or you are born into the royal family. Let's not talk about the pressure of your birth, at least you don't have to worry about food and clothing..."
"Children of us poor families have to grow up early."
"That snowfield hunter raised and taught me for five years, so it's only natural that I know some business skills, some writing skills, and a little bit about taming beasts and cooking."
It's still more reliable than that elementary school student who learned to fly a plane, a boat and a car after staying in Hawaii for a few months.
"oh."
Airola nodded in conviction, lowered her head again and started to finish the plate of braised pork.
After a moment, she spoke with some regret: "It's a pity that when I was in Ceylon, I didn't have the opportunity to let that senior snowfield hunter teach me."
Airola said this sincerely. Char was a typical hands-off boss who often left the imperial capital. Many shops in the Black Lily District were taken over by her, but the more she got involved, the more Airola realized how advanced many of Char's ideas and thoughts were.
As the person who took over the management of these industries from Char, she was already walking on thin ice even if she just wanted to maintain the status quo.
So Airola really regretted not having more contact with the talented old hunter. If she could have learned something from him, she would be able to help Char better now.
Thus, the words that Char had prepared froze in his throat.
This is the scary thing about intuitive players.
Sometimes, she was able to see through Char's flaws from tricky angles that Char would never have thought of, such as catching him cheating on her several times.
But in most cases, what Airola showed to Char was her silly and cute side.
Even if it was just some nonsense that could not stand up to scrutiny, Airola could still believe it without a doubt... just because that was what Char said.
Nemesis, nemesis.
After letting out a long sigh in his heart, Char brought the last dish in his hand to the table.
They were glutinous rice balls soaked in hot water, their appearance white and crystal clear, just like white jade.
"This is also a specialty of my hometown, but it is different from the previous ones. It is a limited edition for festivals."
Char spoke softly.
At this moment, the humming sound of a simple and heavy ancient bell came from a tall building in the distance.
That was the bell that represented that it was past midnight. After going through the hassle of this dinner, and the subsequent busyness in the spirit world and the kitchen, it was already late at night. "This dish is called Yuanxiao, or tangyuan, in my hometown."
"Generally speaking, it is a snack that is only eaten during the Lantern Festival, which is today."
Char sat down in the vacant seat at the large table, with Airola on his left and Sylvia on his right.
The Bud Moon is a name unique to the Western Continent, symbolizing the end of winter and the time when all things revive.
If converted into the terms of Char's hometown, it would be around the end of January to the end of February.
And today is the Lantern Festival.
"This snack also reflects people's expectations and yearnings for the new year."
As he spoke, Xia stretched out his chopsticks and put a glutinous rice ball into his mouth.
"I hope that the new year will bring happiness and reunion to the whole family."
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"Is your family happy and reunited?"
Isadella also stretched out her chopsticks, picked up a glutinous rice ball and put it into her mouth.
Then, feel the sweet black sesame filling spreading in your mouth little by little.
A faint smile also appeared on that pretty face that had originally been expressionless.
She had never used chopsticks. As a princess, Isadella was used to using knives and forks since she was a child.
However, with the mental strength of a beastmaster close to being a legendary beastmaster, it is not difficult to master and understand these new things.
"It's really a simple and plain wish."
"But, indeed, it is also my most sincere thought at the moment."
At this moment, Isadella slightly removed the disguise of the perfect imperial princess.
"However, in this world where extraordinary powers exist, the weak want to become stronger, the strong want to become stronger, and even legends want to become gods all the time."
“Peace is actually the most luxurious pursuit.”
She didn't say much, but in fact everyone could understand what Isadella said.
The Abyss, the Evil Cult, the Lost Beast King... and those so-called gods that are either hiding in the astral world or lurking in the gaps between dimensions...
The Western Continent has never been a peaceful paradise. The war has never stopped, and every minute and every second of peace has been paid for with countless blood.
Beside Isadella, Sylvia also tasted a glutinous rice ball that looked as white as jade, with ripples of light flowing in her beautiful silver eyes.
She did not speak, or to be more precise, only Char had heard Sylvia's real voice.
In Sylvia's white hands, a thick ancient book emerged.
Pale golden handwriting slowly appeared on the blank pages of the book.
The Blue Silver Witch tilted her body slightly, so that the beautiful words on the pages could be seen by Char alone.
"I hope that by the Lantern Festival next year—"
"Being able to eat rice dumplings here with Brother Char as a family member"
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